Missed Everything

I missed everything that was connected It never flooded mind and affected Yet occupied most of the time Tears may role out from eyes sometimes Today we are fully grown up Be always ready on feet and jump As life has remained a great challenge Sometime proving difficult and hard to mange I missed childhood street plays When we used to run all over the ways In rain to rush and have dance in showers Friends will also run after and follow How to forget class rooms and colleagues? Secretly managing all answers and clues Without the knowledge of class teacher All notorious guys throwing arrows and playing archers Mother to run after carrying the food dish With annoyance and love requesting to finish But not listening to her and proving difficult Beaten by stick then with little of insult Memory passes like film trailer One after one scene reminds of failures How I was to prove weak at studies? All types of taunts from friends and neighborhood ladies Everything looks like happy journey with lone passenger Nothing seems hostile in life with any kind of danger Yet those days remained crucial with bleak future ahead I was to prove able man when time came to lead Today I am somewhere on the front line Managing country’s defense and life line All loop holes to be plugged in times to come Memory forces me to smile and welcome How was I careless and known notorious child? How all the family members was nice and very kind? I was taken care of all the demands Even though punished sometimes in open sky to stand I wished all the children same From whatever background they came They were the loved ones and liked Sometimes might have been beaten and disliked I loved each and everything connected with childhood How people will come and complain about me from neighborhood? I failed to understand at that time why where they irked for nothing? One thing was sure that we were all trouble shooters and certainly did something I have rifle by my side but not at all detracted I have taken up the position and almost inspected Some movement across the border is seen with naked eyes Yet memory hunts to invade me with all its force By heart I am still child and careless All innocence not gone yet on the face I try to become child and slip into sweet memory Every human being deserves some place and is quite necessary